Chapter 4 - Sun Shorts Collection No. 1

Author's Note: Hi there, it's me Preston108, the creator of this series. I just wanted to leave this to let you know that I'm hoping you are enjoying reading the start of this series! I hope to continue to bring quality stories to you guys regularly! Now to explain what this chapter is, basically this chapter is just some mini-chapters (or Sun Shorts as I call them) that are here to either help transition us from this storyline to a new one or just for fun. I hope you guys enjoy them!

SUN SHORT #1 - Trouble Maker

Inside the teacher's lounge of Starlight High, the faculty are all at work after a long day of teaching. One such teacher is Aken Amnestor, who sips some coffee while he finishes working on a few emails. While doing so, two other teachers make their way over to Amnestor. The first is one of the school's math teachers, Wilsten Jefferson, an old white man with wrinkly skin, balding gray hair, and brown eyes. He's also wearing a blue button-up that needs to be ironed, a fancy watch on his wrist, and formal black dress pants. The other is the school's culinary teacher, Zesti Champion. She's a recent hire in her early 20s with white skin, dirty blonde hair tied up into a bun, green eyes, glasses with a red rim, and freckles. She's currently wearing a dark brown all-over patterned sweater over a white undershirt, blue jeans, and black boots.

"So, heard you're hosting a new club," Jefferson remarks, "Must be a pain with having less free time."

"What can you do, if it helps the kids learn then I don't see too much to complain about," Amnestor remarks.

Clearly not getting the answer he was hoping for, Jefferson scoffs before he makes his way to his desk. Zesti Champion, still curious, continues on the conversation.

"How has it been overseeing the club?" Zesti Champion asks.

"For the most part pretty simple," Amnestor replies bluntly, "They just got a new member so that might make things more lively. Though I am a bit wary of one thing."

"What's that?"

"Well, when the middle school heard that Ronnie Everst was joining my club, they wanted to send over an incident report," Amnestor states before opening his desk, "I had Ramirez fetch it for me."

Amnestor pulls out several papers from his desk all regarding Ronnie Everst. Some are letters from previous teachers, some are about an incident that occurred when he attended middle school, though the one that catches Zesti's eye is a highlighted note. A note that states:

'Do not let Ronnie Everst & Hunter Huntingson interact, they should never be in the same classroom.'

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Ray Ramirez is writing down a triangle on the chalkboard. He's standing in a lone classroom overseeing detention for a single student. 

"Now then," Ray points to the board, "If the first angle is 65 degrees, and the second is 75 degrees, what would be the third degree on the triangle?"

Ray looks over at the lone freshman to see he's barely giving him the time of day. The rebellious freshman has white skin, a couple of bandaids on his face, brown eyes, and spiky brown hair. The teen also has on a white t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket, black pants, dirty red converse shoes, and he has some sports tape badly wrapped around his fingers. Lastly, there's an all black backpack next to his seat which has a metal baseball bat sticking out of it.

"Listen kid," Ray Ramirez scolds, "Both of us don't want to be here, but you're the one who got in trouble. So you can either answer the problem and make both of our jobs easier, or we can be silent. Your call, Hunter."

"Fine fine," Hunter groans as he puts his feet on his desk, "There's no need for you to get your nips in a twist over it."

"What did you say?" Ray grunts.

"You heard me ya old sack of worms," Hunter remarks, "If you got a problem with it why not show it with your fists? I bet I can knock you out with one swing of my bat."

Ray considers it for a second before saying, "No thanks, I'd rather not lose my job over something so stupid."

"Yeah that's what I thought," Hunter adds.

Ray stops and stares at the kid for a moment. He once again decides to brush off the comment and continue the lesson, even if Hunter couldn't care less about it.

SUN SHORT #2 - Can't Trick The Expert

Inside The Everst Tattoo Parlor, the owner of the store, Sally Everst, is sitting behind the counter. The parlor has black walls decorated with posters of underground art, obscure movies, and album covers, on the ground is a checkerboard pattern. The front desk where Sally is sitting has several posters on it showing several of the tattoos that are pretty popular with clientele.

She puts on some eyeglasses as she takes a look at an ID someone handed to her.

"Well it certainly looks real," Mrs. Everst says as she hands the ID back to the person.

The person who has the ID is an extremely tall bald guy, and next to him is a girl with white skin, short black hair, green eyes, and a mole next to her right eye. The tall guy has on a gray hoodie under a backpack and black pants while the girl has on casual clothes that are all actually from designer brands.

"So, does that mean that I can get a tattoo?" The bald tall guy asks.

"Sure sure, just one thing," Sally Everst begins to say, "That ID is fake."

"Wh-what how did you know?"

"First off, you're still wearing a backpack," Sally explains, "Second, you two are both in my son's grade, isn't that right Rebecca?"

Hearing her name called, Rebecca finally pays attention to the conversation and sees that Sally Everst is behind the counter.

"Oh my god Misses Everst! How have you been?" Rebecca asks.

"You know this bitch?" The bald tall guy questions.

"She's not a bitch, she was one of the volunteers at my elementary school's fundraisers, and I thought you said you wanted to show me something cool," Rebecca explains.

"I did but-" The tall bad guy tries to explain.

"I appreciate the effort kiddo," Sally Everst says sweetly, "You can try getting a tattoo somewhere else but it won't be as good as here."

Deflated, the bald guy leaves. Rebecca waves Sally goodbye before she too leaves. Now by herself, Sally starts to question how that kid got his hands on a fake ID, and why he'd think it would work here."

"That rascal better not have snitched," Sally mumbles to herself as she leans back into her chair.

SUN SHORT #3 - The Video

Several kids crowd around X Locke in the hallway.

"Hey, I heard you got a video of a fight that went down?"

"Yeah, you gotta send it to us!"

X thinks about it for a second and states, "I could send it over but I'm not going to. I don't want those kids to get in trouble."

Hearing that, several of the kids stop bugging him, which allows X to sigh in relief that his lie worked.

The real reason he didn't share the video is… his thumb was in the way of it the whole time.

SUN SHORT #4 - Wait, That's Who Did Me In?!

"Thanks for the food man," Ronnie Everst says.

"Don't mention it, kids," Cedro Garcia, the owner of Burrito Bistro, replies as he then states, "if you need any refills on chips make sure you holler for me or Mesto, okay?"

"Got it!"

Ronnie, Marcus, & Alex are all at Burrito Bistro enjoying their meal with the other people in the restaurant being the owner, Cedro Garcia, an elderly Mexican bald man with a white beard, wrinkly skin, brown eyes, and a kind smile, and Mesto-Presto, a young cashier with dyed blonde hair that had black highlights, dark eyes, white skin, and black earrings. As the trio began to eat their food, Alex looks over at Ronnie & Marcus curiously.

"Y'know what, I'm curious. Who was the person that did me in?" Alex asked.

"You mean who asked us for help?" Marcus replied.

"Yeah, that."

"Oh it was some girl, I forgot her name, it was something like....Elizabeth Moore?"

Alex, who was about to take a bite out of his burrito, suddenly stopped.

"You're joking, right? The Vietnamese chick with glasses? The one who rarely talks? THAT'S WHO DID ME IN?!"

"You know her?" Ronnie asked.

See You Next Chapter!~